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I have been living in a studio apartment in downtown Saint Paul, Minnesota, since 1996.  I subscribed to an enormous number of magazines in the beginning and simulated a forest of pictures by hanging them from my ceiling.  It was hazardous, so a fire inspection required that much of it be taken down, but an upside-down loon of the cloth still hangs from my ceiling in the heart of Saint Paul.  I would like to show every picture that I have ever taken in my apartment on this page, but I will be lucky if I get a thousand pictures for this entire web exhibit.  My bed is in the middle of the place, and I frequently think in bed, so it seems natural to me to work there and to start with a picture of the Forbidden Pets cubes assembled in the years 2002 to 2005, when my progress was very slow.

Beth Orton is a singer, shown on the top four cubes in this Forbidden pets orientation, with another picture of her on the right cube facing my kitchen.  A "Got milk?" ad hand and glass picture are on the cube which has most of Beth Orton's neck on the top of it.  The rest of the "Got milk?" picture is hiding around the corner of the cube where a split appears in Beth Orton's neck.  A tiger is on the left four cubes.  Laminating pictures on cardboard or printing pictures on cardstock ought to produce a neater appearance.  This is rough work, made from old shoe boxes, and a commercially produced cardstock item could be as neat as the Post Fruity Pebbles toy featuring Fred Flintstone that was my model.

My largest nukerplunker, above, pictures a laminated collage (Photomontage by Bartek Malysa published in the January/February, 2001 issue of Harvard Magazine, showing editor John Jay Chapman and his newspaper, `The Political Nursery' for October 17, 1898).

I don't shower at home.  I never put up a shower curtain, but I dry laundry over my tub when it is still too wet to put in my closet.

The old headbands were put on a mop with nukerplunkers so I could easily carry years of attempts to be creative to demonstrations where more linear forms of thought are considered more politically correct.  Hegel books in the corner of the tub are not there when I take a bath.  Twqo bottles of shampoo are usually right there, where they are shown in the picture above.

My protest mop signifies: still mopping up.  American authorities continue to plan for incredible victories to occur after ceasefires have been declared, but as in Nam between 1973 and 1975, what happens next includes a large element of things which are beyond our control.  The simple W thought Putin had a soul sign with small print "like Hitler fucked Heidegger" became the background for the Latin translation `Lunovis' by Christian Morgenstern of his poem about moonsheep.  The Satan image, similar to a picture in the CD liner notes for the soundtrack of a South Park movie about Satan and Saddam coming up from hell to rule the world, was originally on a sign that asked double questions:

Ever bomb a pleasure palace?

Would the devil?

Many weapons inspections attempts in Iraq were thwarted by security limitations imposed by Iraqis who suspected that the first priority for the use of the information would be to locate Saddam's bedroom so a bomb could be dropped there some night and a war avoided by pre-emptive assassination.  On the same theme, small print at the top of the sign said:

You can't blame President Bush for killing President Kennedy
even if his Daddy did it.

He was just a little kid
and he stayed a little kid.
He can't blame his Dad.
It's not his job.

I recently typed my notes on `Oedipus Rex' while listening to a tape of a lecture late in 1963 by Walter Kaufmann.  There is a set of "group pictures" with more protests signs here.  There is a psychological condition attributed to those who doth protest too much, and the curse uttered by Oedipus was so ominous because it applies so aptly to those who do not think that the government is fit to apply the law in most parts of the world.  My freedom to make a fool of myself helps me understand Nietzsche better than any mere college professor.  My notes on the lecture can be found by searching for a Group at MySpace.com called:

Walter Kaufmann